Shock and AwwwwwFUCKLOOKATTHOSETITTIES!
 

The International Frodo Sympathizers Club just adjourned their first meeting.
 

Quartasian, blonde, Kelly Kapowski is doing it for me.

Boobies.
 

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Speaking of dead people, we haven't heard much from The Baron these days. Is Douchebag's of the Living Dead making a return to Fright Town this year?

These are things we need to know if we are to pray intelligently.
 

Bayyewbs!
 

Yeah, I think I can forgive her the double shocker hand gesture - she's Hall of Hott material. Well, maybe one more photo will suffice.....please? Boss, ya got more of her?
 

The aliens attempted to suppress their disenchantment, as they hovered in their saucer behind a group of human donors, who had yet to grow enough gray matter to be properly harvested.
 

Bayoobies.
 

**fart**
 

Yeah, put her in the hall of hott already.
 

Brothabag is licking the taint on his shocker. That's gross.

Miss Cleavite inspires a new weekly feature: Booby Pear.
 

Wait does she look more like Kelly Kapowski or Jennifer Aniston?
 

Tiffani Amber Theisen, if you want to be picky
 

I agree Dawn of the Dead is the bes...holyyyy fucking titties!!!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
*lights hair on fire and slides black dong into the toaster*
 

What?? She's not in the Hall o' Hott yet?? What's taking you so long boss??

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Still not up??

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How 'bout now??

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I'm up, is she up yet??
 

Damn! Those am some precious tittay-boobie-breasticles.
 

♫
 

Now that's the sort of cleavite one could call a front end unloader.
 

My loinular region hath been quickened.
 

Ï jüst blëw än ümläüt ïn my pänts. Bööbïës!!
 

I like purple.
 

I'd hit it.
 

**clicks on**


I Love Ass Pe... BOOBIES!!


**clicks off**
 

We want her.
 

BrothaBag's grossly enlarged third finger smackingly brushed his lower lips as he prepared to bite into those scrumptious booby pears in the purple-striped tissue paper wrapping.
 

I want her inside me.
 

Alright kids, get a grip on yourselves and come up with something witty to say. We can act like men, or we can act like childr... Bahohohooooobies!!!!
 

You know what to do
 

Blonde 'bag in the back looks like such a fu...BOOBIES!
 

EWWWWWWWWWWWW, she's GROSS! TCH-UHHH!!
 

Samurai Scrote was behind the latest Japanese warrior headgear renaissance, and never failed to sneak one in at the most inopportune moment,always trying to steal the thunder from Boobies whenever, wherever he could.
 

I bet she has at least four stuffed animals in her bed. I'd make them watch.
 

I'm not sure which is the biggest booby here, purple-striped titty-busters, or Brothabag.

Let me consult with my friend the Blue-footed booby and get back with ya'.
 

The ancient man hunch over in his seat and began to expound thusly:

The sand of the desert of Yondo is not as the sand of other deserts; for Yondo lies nearest of all to the world's rim; and strange winds, blowing from a pit no astronomer may hope to fathom, have sown its ruinous fields with the gray dust of corroding planets, the black ashes of extinguished su... Look at them Tittays!!
 

The Brothers have always been a bit confused about how to munch box.
 

Dawn is a solid # 2 in the top ten zombie movies, just above Dellamorte Dellamore (The Cemetery Man), but the film that started it all is still the best.

Dawn was Romero at his best, with a budget this time, but Night tackled relevant social issues of the period and introduced and new type of horror movie monster never before seen. Us. It DESTROYED the Saturday horror matinee phenomenon by scaring the living piss out of an entire generation of youngsters to whom, up until that point, horror movies were pure camp and had no real substance. Here was a movie that induced terror though creating scenes of alienation in the midst of a cannibalistic apocolypse, set in the heart of our homeland. It wasn't some guy with fangs and a cape in Transylvania. This was our backyard, and that added a nihilistic slant to horror movies that haven't been seen before.

I'll agree that Dawn was the better executed film, but that's after Romero had honed his teeth a little bit. The historical value and vast impact Night had on film making throughout the world can not be ignored. The bar was raised considerably that year, and no other movie has reached it.



But then again, this is all academic fodder that's been argued over for 40 years. What's real, modern, and can be grasped; are those boobies. And I would grasp for them like a zombie starving for brains!
 

Those are just...SWELL.
 

How 'bout them hors' dou-vres,'
ain't they sweet?
A little piece o' Cheese, and
A little piece o' Meat!
 

Those melons look like two regulation sized softballs encased in two canisters of orange Play-doh.

How come I have the urge to munch on some Fruit Stripe Gum?
 

Yes'm those's finger-lickin' good.
 

@ Jacques Doucheteau / 3:41

I think you are on to something? Boobie Pear does not ring. Boobie Plums? Boobie Grapes? A new HCwDb category for Friday and special occasions? DB1?
 

When Dorothy returned to Kansas, she was wearing a top made from the striped stockings of the Wicked Witch of the West; and her friends the Tin-Man with his arcane headgear, the Scarecrow with his doofus outfit and wacky body gestures, and the Cowardly Lion still hovering in the background, were all amazed at the up-front reception she got.
 

i haven't seen a black person that badly dressed since they stopped re-running Different Strokes.
 

Well, I hate to say this guys, but I don't think she's very hott.
 

Is anyone in here still talking about zombies?
 

i'm no musician but i can tell you one thing...thats no D flat.

BOOOBAAAYYYS!
 

Ummmm, boss??


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HOH

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sorry amanda, but my penis doesn't care what you think.
 

Are you guys the police? No maam we're musicians.
 

Whenever Mindoro displayed his missing half of a third finger, his pal Motha'-Lova'responded with empathy, licking the scar from HIS missing third finger, while Waldouche looked on and HoneyBells giggled at the gestures!
 

I wonder what the blonde lez in the back is thinking?

Probably "boobies..." just like me.
 

In this pic we see a trio that needs pounded. And a pair that's well-rouned.


Full House
 

She emulates all that is sensuality, she is pure lust with a side of awkward gawking.

And she knows it.

And she knows, that I know that she knows.

And I know, that she knows that I know that she knows.

'Cause what we have is special, we read each others minds...and boobs. I have studied her lady mountains like the Tibetian Monks of Darfur waxing philospohic idealology.

'Cause like I said, we've got something special.











Boobies.
 

May the sands of time trickle down that hour-glass of cleavite, or perhaps another kind of flow-down do the tickle-tingle...
 

Rat Pack, 2009 version.
 

@ Jacques 4:16

Amen. That movie, to this day, scares the piss out of me. Slowly going insane in the woods, waiting for hordes of mindless flesh-eaters to find me--brrrrr!!! Love it.

I want to do this to her.
 

Alan the Asian geek was immediately voted out of his Star Trek fan club chapter for violating Article 117, subsection 5.14... improper display of the Vulcan "Live Long and Prosper" salute.
 

I'm through with Asses.
 

Only thing I like more than a good zombie movie is...boobies!!! She can not sing but they all tell her she is great just so they can keep seeing those beautiful ta-tas. Who can blame them. I want to see more of her. She is everything that is right in the world. Did I mention boobies.
 

The Asian dooosh on the left - the one missing a ring finger - he's wearing the weirdest looking hat I've seen in a long time. It's like an adult version of the space craft from Liquid Sky.

I will cry bitter salty FUCCEN TAERZ if Liquid Sky isn't one of Medusa's (or somebody here's) favourite films of all time.

Adrienne: hey yo - how many people wanta see me fuck Margaret and not die?
Schmoe Who Can't Act: There's something very strange going on here... I'm going to leave.
Adrienne: you're right - there's something strange going on here. I bet you $300 I can fuck Margaret and not die.
Schmoe: Of course you won't die. I'm not sure watching you two fuck is worth $300. It sure sounds interesting, but I'm not sure Margaret's in the mood...
Margaret: Adrienne - you should stay away from me -- I'm a killer...
Adrienne: you like to fuck, baby... better than anything in the world...

Margaret's soliloquy that starts around 2:50 and goes for like 7 minutes is one of the great film soliloquies of all time, period.
 

This is the Diversity Quartet, yes?

Singin' songs of inclusion -n- peace -n- save the environment, oh yeah!

But the fans only come to ogle Susan. Cause Susan's got great lungs!
 

Also - Her boobies look about as real as the panelling in my dad's kitchen. A fake rack is a major mark of bleethdom. Boo. She is not HOH material. She is ditzy bleeth material, no better than the scrotebags around her.
 

The sheriff in the original "Night of the Living Dead" was a total badass. Fully decked-out in bandeleros and a pump shotgun, he strolls past a burned-out car full of torched bodies, and casually mentions to his deputy,(and I paraphrase) "Looks like someome had a bar-b-que here Vince."


Awesome
 

Musical boobies FTW.

Fake or not, waive the five year waiting period - she should be immediately eligible for the HOH.
 

Troy, are you out of your little wooden mind? She's a godess sent directly from the heavens. A combination of nature's splendor and modern medicine at it's finest.
 

@Scrotum Pole:

Sorry chief, but she has "I'm not that smart and have serious daddy problems" written all over her face and hydroxyethyl cellulose phosphorised liquid sponge breasticles and their gooey silicone centres.

I imagine she had them implanted as a defence against drowning.

Yuck. Not my type. She exudes ultra-high emotional maintenance. She's fine and dandy until one day she asks:

"Honey? Do these jeans make my ass look fat"

and you honestly reply:

"Why, no, darling, that's not possible."

"How so?"

"Well, the jeans don't make your ass look fat. Your fat ass makes you ass look fat."

She's not smart enough to get the humour, so she immediately flies into a rage and throws things at you.

Then you have angry make up sex, and spooge all over her breasticles, but she doesn't even wipe it off - she just waggles them side to side and the spoo flings off in blinding droplets. He tits are so plastic, they bob up and down until the creamy nougat centres settle down.

She's nasty. Boo.
 

what's awful to contemplate is that the young lady clearly fixed herself up to look good and this is what she got photographed with. No doubt one of these dullards went home and immediately tagged his sad Facebook page with her name, and she's got to live with it forEVAH. And is that a faded chunk of watermelon in her cocktail?

And that's either her hand with the ring or Hedde Watanabebag has got a serious sprain...
 

Darksock was both surprised and delighted that sweet Dawn actually took him up on his offer to "gnaw off my own banging fingers and place them as an offering of purest and most complete devotion in a cheap plastic champagne flute filled with the finest Cristal whilst two other baghunters do the same, but who do not get the action that I will get instead receiving Shamwows as a consolation prize for their efforts."
 

Land of the Dead, Evildead 2, original Night of the Living Dead. Remake of Texas Chainsaw Massacre with R. Lee Ermey is just ok.
 

@ Troy

I tried to watch Liquid Sky on LSD and I kinda flipped out over that whole "Me and my Rhythmbox" nonsense, and was unable to watch the rest of the movie. Those were strange times.
 

Troy, She may well be high maintanence, I'm not looking for anything long-term. Her lack of intellegence and potential need for a Daddy figure simply sweeten the deal.
Medusa, I watched the Power Rangers on acid once, and was never quite the same.
I believe I actually looked directly into the face of God.
 

@Medusa:

Liquid Sky on ACID? What - were you tripping or something? Oh. Right.

Seriously: I can't think of a bigger buzzkill of a movie than Liquid Sky.

Too bad. Do yourself a favour then - click on the loooong link of the dialogue I have - it's the best 9 minutes of the film*. Very well written, and the woman who plays Margaret is amazing - a stumbling drunk psycho who kills with her pussy. Now that you're basically sober and stable, I think you'll appreciate it a lot better.

TT

*although - the excerpt starts late and ends late. It should start a few moments before it does and end when she gets in the cab. What the clip misses is this:

Woman: So, Adrienne - what's in the box out back?
Adrienne: A dead body. I keep it around so I can fuck it.
Woman: Oh.
 

The weirdest thing I ever watched while tripping was Genesis with Peter Gabriel doing Lamb Lies Down on Broadway, at the Academy of Music in NYC in 1975.
My friend, Paul, and I went. His brother gave us "pills". We ate them. We smoked some 'lumbo, and caught the train, when everything went into Slooooow Moooootion... In the tunnel, Paul stuck his head out the door. Click. Click. Click. He turned and said: Wwooooowww. Thhhhhaaaattt'sss Inteeeeennnnssse...

So I did it and TheWallClatteredInchesFromMyHeadAtAHighRateOfSpeed... Intense indeed.

I had tickets to scalp, and was hungry and so blasted I sold a ticket for an orange. Then another for enough money to buy pizza and a few beers. The last one I traded for 4 hits of purple microdot. We gobbled them up. They were very speedy, but also very Acidic. The concert lasted 30 seconds. The next thing I know we were on the subway platform and these two puerto rican kids were hacking each other to bits and one kids mom was screaming "KILL THE FUCKER - REMEMBER WHAT HE DID TO YOUR SISTERS!!!" We turn to go back up the stairs and we see the police at the top. Convinced I was about to be arrested for tripping I froze. They ran past us.

Paul and I walked from 14th and 8th to 42nd and 8th to get the bus. The last bus left, and so we figured we'd walk to Penn Sta. But the lights of 42nd street were too appealing to my Acidic brain, so we wandered almost all the way to the United Nations before we figured out we were going the wrong way. We finally got the first train out at 5 am.

Still massively tripping and speeding my little wooden nuts off, I finally made it home for my parents to be heading off to church. They were surprised to see me coming home at that hour. "we missed the train".
 

Oh Troy.... you most definitely did NOT miss the train!
 

No matter what Troy blathers, I'd make goofy faces and lameass hand gestures if I was next to boobies like those. Period.

Chang asks, "Who bit my fingah!"
 

No dude. Watch Twin Peaks Fire Walk With Me on LSD. It's like watching The Wall on acid if Roger Waters was a serial killer who repeatedly raped his own cocaine addicted teenage prostitute daughter.

Ren & Stimpy on acid is pretty whacked too.
 

I would perform my best Bruce Campbell to save this glorious hot from the undead scrotal attack of these gang signing worm fodder. Even though the slight gesture from her own hand tells me she might have already turned. I would risk life and limb for the chance to rest my head on her soft pillows before rigor mortis sets in.

Or to put it more simply. BOOBIES!
 

I, being an ass man, am somewhat immune to her ribsacks. This allows me to note the immense size of the scalp goiter on that Asian kid's skull.

Y'all need to try watching "Boo-Bah" on acid.....the horror...the horror...and I do not speak of NIN's "Hurt" video.... and for Gods sake DO NOT attempt to google and watch "Rubber Johnny" even just on weed...or ibuprofen...or sober.
 

Client meetings on acid = bad trip.

B.A.D.


Watching overgrown grass with an active fire ant hill = priceless.

Somehow I am less than shocked at the number of acid vets amongst the regs...makes sense now.
 

Here ye here ye....

Best boobage...ever? yes/no

methinks...yes!
 

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First acid trip: Johnny Winter / Edgar Winter concert back in the day.

Nothing's more intense than Johnny Winter guitar solos with extreme close ups on his whiter than white face. EVery so often they flashed a giant wall of white lightbulbs behind him that spelled "Johnny" that were permanently fixed in my eyelids for days.


Best Acid Trip ( and last) :

Grateful Dead/Allman Brothers spring concert at UMass Amherst. Patty Smyth and Roy Ayers were the shitty warm up bands and some hippy chick that glommed along with us asked me to go back to my dorm and see what it was like screwing on acid.

Since I didn't actually go to that school I got the key to my buddy's room and banged around, then went back in time for the Bro's and Dead.

It threatened to rain all day but didn't. As the Dead finished the last song of the day Jerry Garcia looked up at the sky and said, "Okay God , you can take over now."

And a thunderbolt lit up the sky followed by a torrential downpour.




Or at least that's the way I've told that story for 20+ years
 

€0(_)£D T|~|iŠ Bë. T)-(Æ. ŠüCK. 2 FA!Th' !!!))!/-
 

/\___££åmmÅHH
 

no one has mentioned the weird looking d-bag in the back yet have they? well i just did. his eyes are soulless, like he just downed a quart and is feeling rapey.

and is this the special needs woodwork class 5th year re-union? cuz they look like they all lost a digit to the bandsaw in Mr. Horsham's class in 4th period.
 

Watch Faces of Death on acid it rocks. Going to the go-kart track is the best though. P.S. I turned off java script and server referral so switch hands smoke another and get back to dalnet to brush up on those skillz you don't have.
 

Drugs are bad for you!

I'm high on life and airplane glue.
 

I've been to that bar!

It's in the twelfth ward of Plinky's mom's vagina.
 

i have no cool drug stories to share. i only smoke pot when offered by coworkers.

i will thus relegate myself to mocking Night of the Hand Gestures.

CODE RED! FIREBOMB THE BAR!
 

Acid schmacid. Watch THE DARK BACKWARD with a bowl of chili and a Fresca.
 

Why are people getting excited over fake boobies? A bad boob job at that; look at that grand canyon between the silicon mounds. Looks like someone went to the El Cheapo Boob Job Surgery Center. Paying money to buy beauty doesn't earn my vote for Hall of Hott.
 

What's with the human yak in the background?
 

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I tried to eat two fried eggs while under the influence of LSD once. They were as appetizing as a pair of rubber boots. Then some friends and I decided to take a canoe down the river. I swore I was on location at "Appocolypse Now", freaked out, crawled up into a wooded area behind someone's house and spent several hours in the fetal position under a bush.
I Spent the next week treating hundreds of chigger bites in my groin area.
 

Great boobs,
Great smile,
Great Bleeth. One of the best Hotts we've seen in a while.
 

mmmm...fried eggs. its breakfast time!

goodmorning TITTAYS!
 

Going to bull fights on acid....

Lacey Underall
 

I plead the Fif.
 

Wow. What a great set of knockers!
 

Sing a song of boobies,
A sweater full of meat.
What a set of knockers,
On her chest I'd skeet.
 

Does the guy in the back look familiar to the rest of you? And by "the rest of you" I mean "Wheezer."
 

Woody Harrelson should ride in on a nine foot joint, burn out this group of peoples' eyes with the cherry, and blaze a victory session.
 

WHN I WAS AT FUCEN YALE MY ROOMATE MIXED UP RAID AND SOME FUCEN GLADE AIRE RFERSHENER AND HUFFED IT OUT OF AN OLD BOTTLE OF DRAIN OPENERD! I FUCEN TRANCSCCENED SPAC ENAD TIME AND DISCOVERED THAT THE UNVIERSE ACUTALLY HAS SEVEN FUCNE SPATIAL DDIMENSIONS! THEN I PUKED KLIEK A SLAPQWOAHR!
 

The presence of the incredible Hott in the stripey shirt has caused me to maintain an erection for 6.353 hours. Should I call my doctor now or wait a few more days to see if it goes away?
 

I farted so hard I got dizzy once.
 

Now, this is what the site is all about. A smoking hot, pure-looking hott with PERFECT BREASTS, surrounded by three total fucking wastes of life. I'm both thrilled and repulsed, which I suppose is the point.

First-ballot Hall of Hott, right here.
 

i love the naysayers in this thread as to the high caliber of this hott. half the girls in the Hall of Hott have fake breasts... hell probably more than half. and many are way bleethier than this girl - by a longshot.

i like small natural boobies too.

diversify people. not everything has to fit your narrow points of view.

boobies!
 

It's like a douche version of the Village People...

sort of...

I got nothing...sorry to waste your time at work.

luscious cans...
 

asdkljhasdlkjhasd!

I think I just blew a boner fuse... I don't think I'll ever think another girl is hot. I've now seen the hottest girl of all time.
 

@massengill, 6:41 a.m. -

Huh? I can't see past her lovely face and nice (Fake? Who cares?) titties.

Oh, the blonde chump with the bedhead? Not ringing a bell.....
 

I disagree with the badness of the boob job. In fact, judging only from what I can see here, it's damn near perfect. Allow me to break it down for you:

1. The ideal placement of the implant to create the most natural cleavage is called a "Two finger job". What that means is, when the breasts are unharnessed, two fingers, side-by-side is the ideal spacing between the implants. You never see natural breasts squished together when they're not in a bra, the shouldn't be when they're implants, either.

2. There should be about a hands' width between the clavicle and the top of the implant, achieved by cutting out a deep enough pocket between the muscle and the rib cage. Yes, you read that right, UNDER the pectoral muscle. The muscle fiber between the skin and the implant lessens the "cannonball" effect, which brings me to point 3;

3. A submuscular implant, when properly placed, will sit low enough to create a slight droop effect like a natural breast will have. Hers are rising up so high in the center because she is wearing a demi-bra, clearly visible over the top of her v-neck. A demi-bra is just that, a "half-bra", lower, smaller cups designed to serve the boobies up as if on a platter. I promise you, when she takes off her top and lets those things go, they look damn near like the real thing, save for a slightly exaggerated crest at the top where the upper rise of the implant pushes up more than natural soft breast tissue would.

4. She looks to be about a C-cup now, so the skin isn't stretched so thin and tight over the implant that there is no movement. Those things still have a bit of the original softness and jigglyness, but with a nice firm base underneath, so they aren't droopy and they'll retain their fullness. As far as boob jobs go, if you have to have one, you want to go to her guy. A++++, blondie, and if you ever need an exam for capsullary contraction, I'll be happy to help.

"But Medusa," you may ask, "How do you know so much about fake tits, you hooter-hawking skank?" Well, 'baggers, yours truly, after tattooing a plastic surgeon several times, got a crash course lecture on how it works. That, and I work on a lot of strippers, so I have had umpteen chances to see and handle varying boob jobs. I can tell you what, when they're done right, they're freaking incredible. In fact, I was so fascinated with the process that I looked into becoming a plastic surgeon. Then I decided I'd rather be an embalmer/restorer. then I decided I better quit screwing around and go find another job in a tattoo shop before my savings ran out.
 

there's only one thing holy in this pic... booooobays!

the rest is a physical materialization of halitosis

-douche bagel
 

Poor Arsenio. He forced to hang out with Takashi and Simon LeBon these days. I guess being Eddie Murphy's bitch didn't pay off.
 

I've always thought that the two finger rule was a good one. Just enough to give the ol' Johnson a tight fit for a little cock-to-boobie action.
 

^ Amen, Bill, Amen. From what I've been told, there is nothing like the firm grip of two implants squeezing your braunschweiger.
 

two freshly killed still-warm possum carcusses coated in Vaseline and lashed together with duct tape comes close, Medusa.

That's what ŁŁÅaMmaah told me once, anyways.
 

Medusa likes to talk about boobies, a lot.

OTOH, this thread poses a big question to humanity and civilization -

Is boobjob the 1st sign of bleethdom?
 

A touch of that KY Yours+Mine in the blue bottle and we have the makin's of a party!

The friction burns could be hard to explain :)
 

Medusa likes to talk about boobies, a lot.

And we love her for it. And by "it," I mean "the groin-area tinglies her anecdotes give me."
 

Wow, the Black Eyed Peas have really gone downhill...